Yesterday, I received an unexpected phone call that I was expecting, and the origin of when and where I met the person on the other end of the phone was classic.
Last Sunday night, on the way home form an awesome home church, I stopped to fill up the tank with gas and wash the windshield (it was murky looking). I would say that I was on “autopilot” because my thoughts weren’t about anyone else, only what needed to be done.
I pulled into the Shell station, propped the pump in, and went for the squeegee and found that ALL the containers were void of water. I was so irritated.
As I checked the third and fourth one, I saw a man at his trunk out of the corner of my eye wearing a fluorescent green shirt. I wasn’t even thinking about being friendly.All I thought about was not being able to wash my window and having to stop in the morning (on our way to Magic Mountain). Generally, I don’t “hide” my emotions very well, and evidently, this man “saw” my irritation.
After returning to my car, he appeared in front of me, holding a squirt bottle of his, and asked if he could wash my window. I was stunned and said yes.
It was a special cleaner, and once he sprayed it, I began to wipe (I was helping), and his reaction was priceless. He said, “You’re just making it dirtier. Here, let me do it.” As he cleaned the window, we talked.
He told me about himself, how English was a second language, how he was an architect, and how he was from Dubai. I asked what his first language was, he said, “Arabic.” We went on to talk about me.
I told him my age and how I started a business. When he heard my age, he was shocked and said, “You look thirty-five.” I said, “That’s because Jesus lives in me. He takes YEARS off!” He asked about my business, so I showed him.
As he cleaned the window, I started using a flag. He was taken back by the beauty. Referring to them being “worship” flags, he asked, “What do you worship?” I said, “Jesus! I dance for God.” He got so excited!
He started talking about how he’d learned that suffering was worship to God but that it didn’t make any sense to him because he saw God as kind. Why would a kind God want your suffering as worship? He’s known people that hit themselves as an act of worship, and he’s never agreed. He was very happy to hear how I worshiped God.
We stood there and talked about the kindness of God, and he asked if he could be my friend and talk more about it. I told him of course!
Yesterday evening, he called.
I look forward to meeting with him and teaching him about the kind God he’s seeking. It’s going to be so good!! Even through my irritated, selfish mood that night, God got His way! Now THAT’s a BIG (kind) God!!
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 